At the beginning of the summer on May 25th, I gave birth to my daughter. I had planned and prepared and struggled through a difficult pregnancy. But nothing could have prepared me for the trial of these past couple of months.
I don't know if you ever completely shake the pressure or responsibility of being a parent. It has definitely changed my perspective on so many things. And it also makes me grateful for all the little moments in between.
Wherever you're at today, I hope and pray you are also seizing your good moments, and treading through the bad. If times have or continue to be tough, know there's always good coming ahead. Sometimes we have to reach for it, but sometimes good finds us.
I'll be honest. It's been so long since I've felt in enough of the right mental space to write (be it blogging or storytelling) that I scarcely know where to begin.
Thanksgiving was spent with family here in our hundred year old farmhouse in the deep woods of Texas. I wish I could tell you I had a blast. A woman pregnant in her third trimester should be salivating at the very idea of this most glorious of food holidays. Unfortunately, I woke up early in the... Continue Reading →
Jennifer Silverwood 